T.I.A

T.I.A

High in the sky rises the African Sun

The yellow alarm that wakes us

A billion hearts beat like a tidal wave of drums

Take a moment to slip off your shoes and let your feet touch the ground

You can feel the pulse of Africa giving life to us all

If you stand really still and do not make a sound

You will the hear the wind as whispers to you giving you reason to be proud

 

The sun carves its way through the sky like a fiery sword

And the trees are looking up singing Praise The Lord!

Mother Africa protects us and shows us love everyday

No earthquakes, tsunami and volcanoes or devastating winters

Mother Africa we appreciate everything you do for us.

 

Bongani Armstrong Mhlangu